Ocean's Breath Plateau samsara

Ressurection had been a recurring theme in Izel's life.  First it had been the journey from the islands to the cliffs.  The sea gives, and the sea washes away.  Then it had been the cliffs to the wilds.  Mother ocean gives, and she washes away.  Now it was from the bay which had shielded her and provided for her to whatever the future may hold.

She felt age beyond her years as she pulled herself from the ocean, unsure of just how far she was destined to go but unwilling to spurn her gods.  Her bones hurt.  Her heart throbbed.  The wind carried unintelligible snippets of the vagrant man's pain in her direction, and she altered her course.  She smelled the man's blood before she saw him, and when she saw him she wanted to weep for him.

The sea gives, and the sea washes away.

The crone stretched her body long and settled next to him on the sand and waited for him to wake.